If I could choose my place to die, it would be there, my head in the cradle of your shoulder, bodies entwined, my hand caressing the soft fur on your chest.
If I could choose my last minute, it would be there, your soft whispers of love in my ear while I breathe you in, lost in the awe of us.
If I could choose where to take my last breath, it would be there, hearts matching rhythms, eyes mirroring the wonder of what we'd just shared. If I could choose.
You have such a great knack for describing the perfect world, not only as a children's author, but as a writer of the heart. It is a great author doesn't write in the abstract, but can send our minds into any direction the reader chooses to go.
Choosey Hugs
Rusty
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Rusty
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